A Cuck and Bull Story

By Patty Marie

Topping from the bottom
“I’ve been doing some more research. Do you know that what you’re doing is called ‘Topping from the bottom’?”
“Topping from the bottom? Never heard of it.”
“It’s a phrase that’s used in alternative life styles. Topping from the bottom refers to a submissive deliberately disrupting their dominant's authority. In a sense, this refers to the physical act of a bottom ‘taking over’ a scene instead of ‘receiving’ the scene from their Top. You see there are three, at least three, people involved in the cuckolding lifestyle. From top to bottom, it’s the bull, the cuckoldress and the cuckold. In our case, Evan would be the bull, I, of course, am the cuckoldress and you my dear are the cuckold. When Evan and I get together, I’m there to be his slut. A slut used to be a term that I’d have been pissed if anyone called me, but when I go over to Evan’s place, I’m definitely there to be a slut. Strangely enough I like the role. I’m submissive to him. When he wants to fuck, we fuck. When he wants a blowjob, I give him a blowjob. That’s the way it is between the bull and the cuckoldress. The cuck is supposed to accept what the cuckoldress does as her right to do it. Now when the bull knows that the cuck is a willing cuck and that the cuckoldress isn’t just a cheating wife, then he makes demands on the cuck through the cuckoldress. The bull being ultimately in charge with the cuckoldress second in command.
“But right from the beginning of this, you, the cuck, have been calling the shots. Evan doesn’t know that everything he and I have done has been your idea. I know, and I’ve known pretty much from the beginning. I think that makes you nearly unique in the cuckold community.”
“I suppose it does. I don’t remember seeing cucks talk about guiding their wives in just how or when she interacts with the bull. But I never really thought about what I’m doing or how it compares to other cucks. It just seems to me that you are a little hesitant and need to know that I’m still good with you and Evan getting it on at every opportunity.”
“I guess that’s true. I mean we’ve only been at this about a month. There are times that I have trouble wrapping my head around the idea that I’m free to go have monkey sex with a hot young stud like Evan and then come home to you and have you be turned on by the whole idea. You have to admit that it’s not exactly mainstream.”
David smiled.
“No, not mainstream; definitely kinky, but it is what turns me on and you’d have a hard time convincing me that you don’t enjoy it as well.”
“You’ve got me there.”
We looked at each other as we sat across from each other drinking out coffee after a Saturday morning breakfast. Each of us mulling over the changes to our lifestyle since that fateful day in late May when David set it up and told me, “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth,” as he left me alone with Evan. My thoughts were deep and troubling.
‘Can I really do this? Can I just make a habit of fucking someone other than my husband? Oh yeah, the sex is great; more than great, it’s fantastic. Way better sex than I’ve ever had before and it’s so damned kinky that I get wet thinking about it... like right now.’ I could feel the gusset of my panties dampening as I remember the latest encounter with Evan.
‘Oh shit, Sheryl, just enjoy it while you can.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Patty Marie
• Release date: Mar 25, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215263266

Patty Marie

I'm a senior citizen (semi-retired) who enjoys reading and writing erotic fiction. None of my stories actually happened, to the best of my knowledge. I grew up in and around Portland Oregon and still live in the Pacific Northwest. Most of my stories will take place there, though literary license may be taken with names and locations of places (actual or fictional) mentioned in my books.I am happily married and nearing my 50th wedding anniversary. I enjoy time with my grandchildren, and walks on the beach with my ever lovin'

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I’ve been doing some more research. Do you know that what you’re doing is called ‘Topping from the bottom’?

Topping from the bottom? Never heard of it.

"It’s a phrase that’s used in alternative life styles. Topping from the bottom refers to a submissive deliberately disrupting their dominant's authority. In a scene, this refers to the physical act of a bottom ‘taking over’ a scene instead of ‘receiving’ the scene from their Top. You see there are three, at least three, people involved in the cuckolding lifestyle. From top to bottom, it’s the bull, the cuckoldress and the cuckold. In our case, Evan would be the bull, I, of course, am the cuckoldress and you my dear are the cuckold. When Evan and I get together, I’m there to be his slut. A slut used to be a term that I’d have been pissed if anyone called me, but when I go over to Evan’s place, I’m definitely there to be a slut. Strangely enough I like the role. I’m submissive to him. When he wants to fuck, we fuck. When he wants blowjob, I give him a blowjob. That’s the way it is between the bull and the cuckoldress. The cuck is supposed to accept what the cuckoldress does as her right to do it. Now when the bull knows that the cuck is a willing cuck and that the cuckoldress isn’t just a cheating wife, then he makes demands on the cuck through the cuckoldress. The bull being ultimately in charge with the cuckoldress second in command.

But right from the beginning of this, you, the cuck, have been calling the shots. Evan doesn’t know that everything he and I have done has been your idea. I know, and I’ve known pretty much from the beginning. I think that makes you nearly unique in the cuckold community.

I suppose it does. I don’t remember seeing cucks talk about guiding their wives in just how or when she interacts with the bull. But I never really thought about what I’m doing or how it compares to other cucks. It just seems to me that you are a little hesitant and need to know that I’m still good with you and Evan getting it on at every opportunity.

I guess that’s true. I mean we’ve only been at this about a month. There are times that I have trouble wrapping my head around the idea that I’m free to go have monkey sex with a hot young stud like Evan and then come home to you and have you be turned on by the whole idea. You have to admit that it’s not exactly mainstream.

David smiled.

No, not mainstream; definitely kinky, but it is what turns me on and you’d have a hard time convincing me that you don’t enjoy it as well.

You’ve got me there.

We looked at each other as we sat across from each other drinking out coffee after a Saturday morning breakfast. Each of us mulling over the changes to our lifestyle since that fateful day in late May when David set it up and told me, Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, as he left me alone with Evan. My thoughts were deep and troubling.

‘Can I really do this? Can I just make a habit of fucking someone other than my husband? Oh yeah, the sex is great; more than great, it’s fantastic. Way better sex than I’ve ever had before and it’s so damned kinky that I get wet thinking about it… like right now.’ I could feel the gusset of my panties dampening as I remember the latest encounter with Evan. ‘But is that me? Will David keep getting turned on by it, or will he snap back to reality and throw me out for being the cheating slut that Evan must think I am. What then, if he did? Where would I live? Would I move in with Evan? That wouldn’t work well. Evan’s only here for another four years. Who knows where he’ll go next. He came here from southern California.

‘Oh shit, Sheryl, just enjoy it while you can. Worrying about what ifs in the future will only ruin the here and now. God knows that in this short time you’ve embraced your inner slut and are having the time of your life. There is one what if I should consider. What if Evan wants this more often? Remember, he did propose a once a week management meeting didn’t he?’

David was looking at me and squirming in his seat. No doubt imagining just what Evan and I had gotten up to in that last encounter. He always wanted details of what I’d done with Evan, but I just couldn’t go into real details. I kept the nitty-gritty stuff to myself. David got the fuck count and the climax count as good as I could remember, and that was none too good.

And enjoy? Well David’s attention to my details when I came home… the ardor of his assault when I told him what little I did tell. Any wife would relish that kind of passion from her husband. Let’s face it, twenty plus years of marriage and raising two children, all while working and trying to build and maintain a lifestyle you can enjoy now and save for retirement takes a toll on your sex life. So to have that after all these years is great.

David snapped me out of my musing.

Penny for your thoughts, he said.

I looked at the expression on his face and remember the body language he’d exhibited just a little while ago.

I think yours would be more interesting.

He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

Shouldn’t be too hard to imagine. What do I always think about when we talk about you cuckolding me?

I laughed.

The only question there is are you thinking about me and Evan, or are you thinking about what you do when I come home?

One follows the other.

So both then. I suppose you’re all turned on now.

And I suppose you’re not? he said, looking at my nipples clearly standing to attention under my cotton/rayon blend halter top I was wearing braless.

I ignored his question/observation.

Are you going to top from the bottom again and demand that I take care of the problem your wayward thoughts have created?

Do I have a chance at making that happen? No; don’t answer that. Instead, answer do you want to take care of it and if you do, do you want oral before I screw you or after?

The answer to my question was clearly Yes, while the answer to his…

Both.

David stood and I could clearly see the extent of his problem straining the zipper in the shorts he was wearing. He waved his hand toward the kitchen door in invitation.

I think I can arrange that.

He knew me too well to doubt that I’d accept the invitation. After all I’d admitted to being a slut and a slut never turns down the opportunity to have sex, even if it is with just her husband.

Chapter 2

I get my turn to top

The Fourth of July fell on a Friday that year, so we had our management meeting on Thursday. The Sunday before, David drove me to an exclusive lingerie shop. One that was really high end, that is very high quality products made of the finest material and with the best of workmanship.

I’ll wait outside. You go in and buy something extra special. Something that will wow Evan. Don’t look at the price tag, buy it based on sex appeal. Here’s the kicker. Don’t let me see it. This is just for Evan’s eyes only. Remember, you’re buying it to impress Evan.

So, Evan wanted to know, how late can the meeting run today?

I’m not sure, I told him. It depends on the excuse I can think up for it running late.

What’s David doing tonight?

Well, during last months ‘meeting’ he went to a sports bar for dinner. I suppose he’ll do that again. He said something about the Dodgers playing Colorado. But you know how those sports bars are. Multiple big screen TVs on every wall, so he could conceivably watch a half a dozen games at the same time.

Yeah, the Dodgers are playing tonight. I’ve got the DVR set to record the game. So, David’s a Dodgers fan?

I guess; I don’t follow sports. I do like the Olympics especially figure skating in the winter. Gymnastics and the equestrian events in the summer. But major league stuff, like football, basketball or baseball… meh.

Typical woman, Evan said giving me a light kiss. Though my mother was right there alongside dad and me rooting for the Dodgers, but then she had high school friend playing for the team at the time. An old boyfriend I think.

David and I had pre-discussed how I could stretch the time with Evan if I wanted to. Ha! That’s a given. We decided on going out for drinks after with some of the younger department heads. I’d kind of gotten to know Marlene, head of HR so I thought I could mention her in a text without arousing Evan’s suspicions.

These meetings are supposed to last about an hour and a half. So if I text him about six, I could tell him that Marlene from HR had invited me to have a couple of drinks with her and get us another hour or two.

Well then, we’d better get round one out of the way so you can do that.

I’d already changed into my negligee I’d bought the previous Sunday and he was in his robe just starting on the foreplay. But for me the foreplay had started in my mind this morning when I had gotten dressed and slipped an extra dress into the bag with the negligee and peignoir in an effort to start building my extra wardrobe here for when David traveled to his conference in August. He’d be gone four nights, so I’d need five outfits. I wasn’t sure of just how I was going to get enough clothes here by then, but push comes to shove I could just pack a small bag and leave it in the car.

Evan’s hard on pressed into my thigh as he pulled me in for heart stopping kiss. I responded in kind. I felt mischievous. If David could top from the bottom, then maybe I could top from the middle. I reached down between us, pushing aside the robe to grasp his manhood. I stroked it a few times as the kiss lingered. When he’d finally had enough and broke the kiss, I stepped back maintaining my hold and led him by the cock to the bed where I divested him of that ever so sexy robe. I pushed him back and he sat down. Kneeling down, I gazed into his eyes as I used my left hand to stroke him and my right hand to fondle his balls. I lifted his throbbing member, leaned in and kissed his balls. Gently, one at a time, I took them into my mouth and rolled them around on my tongue. I followed that with a slow sensuous lick on the underside of his hard on. First up and then down. I put my open mouth over the base of it so that I could feel his balls on my cheek. Slowly I moved toward the head, flicking my tongue on it and sucking slightly. When I reached the head, I didn’t really take it into my mouth, but maintained the same kind of contact over the underside concentrating my tongue on that most sensitive part until I heard him moan. He reached for my head, I’m sure he intended to guide me to take it I my mouth. I quickly slid back down to the base, working my tongue on the space between his balls; another sensitive area. With my right middle and index finger, I massaged his perineum, knowing his prostate was just underneath. I’d read where some men can get off by just having that massaged. But that often means inserting a finger or a tool of some sort in the rectum. Still, exterior massage combined with other stimuli is quite pleasurable; I’m told and enhances the intensity of the orgasm.

Damn woman! This is shear torture. Are you going to give me a real blowjob or are you going to tease me all night?

I was getting to him. I’m sure I’ve mentioned before that I thoroughly enjoyed the power I have over men when I’ve got their most precious parts in my control. I can give pleasure; I can take away pleasure. I paused a moment and pulled my lips away while my left hand stroked and my right massaged.

Getting a little impatient, are we? All in due time; all in due time. Trust me when the time comes, you’ll think you blew your mind along with blowing your wad.

I went back just as before. A few more minutes and he was quivering all over. I could feel the tension building inside him. I’d have to be careful or I’d get an ear full of cum.

When I judged the moment right, I took a breath and quickly covered his cock with my mouth. In a flash his hands, both of them, were on the back of my head. I think he was afraid I was still teasing him and would immediately pull away. When he grabbed my head, his hips thrust forward. It took me so much by surprise that I discovered I could deep throat. I fought my gag reflex as the tip pushed into my throat. It was my turn to quiver. How I managed